By: Rosy Barren
“Apathetic” was the word for my partner as she stood bedside waiting for the anesthesiologist to lay me down to sleep. I tried to play the guessing game with her of how many eggs they would retrieve, but she wasn’t into it, she was concerned about me going under AGAIN, about the possible negative outcome once again and she just couldn’t play the excited wife role anymore. She was done. I wasn’t far behind her, I must admit, but I was still in it for the two of us.
I drifted off to sleep and woke to beeps and voices and a beautiful cheerful face that I hadn’t seen in a while. My wife stood above me and said 11. 11 eggs. 11. 11. 11.